Even unrealized love was still art to me.

The Autumn breeze whispers... Carrying with it,

To love without fear, and with reckless abandon...

Without a fever, Without a flu, Many are sickly, Many are weak.

Lights on (the) bed, Blood on (the) sheets, Broken skins... Dry

When all fails, And I quail, When all seems to fade away

A simple prayer for you and I…

Passed by a fatal scene in a three-legged wheel

The beautiful Àràbà, Green and promising

Ligaments, sinews, and tendons, Fluids- blood and water

Hearty laugh on happy face, Lovely geeks, my cheerful daze,